A Sentimental Nite... But Where Is Wati (k) ?

...Somehow an air of consternation permeated through K lounge the moment Papa entered the club. The insuppresibly manic Bro K rushed towards him, amicably greeting him with arms outstretched. The club wasn't that full except for a group flocking together in front of the dance floor. The band was playing a catchy up-beat tune. The night was no different, much like any other nights but why must Papa feel a bit apprehensive. After finding his usual seat by the bar, Papa felt more relaxed. Fem and Del arrived a bit late after choosing the long way coming here. Mama emerged as if from nowhere. Upon seated she related bubbly Anne's unfortunate incident a day before puasa whilst Bro K intently listened. Papa stood upright trying to catch sight of Wati (k), she wasn't around, it was her off day when told later.
~An off day on a Saturday nite!! .....hmmm.. something must be up with her~ thought Papa. Meanwhile Aida and Anne joined the little coterie of friends at the bar. Chatting and laughing at Bro K's amusing antics. The ambience loosened into more laid back cum casual mood. Papa, ever more relax, partake a little more intensely into the carmarederie, his minutiae imbroglio thenceforth ignored, even for awhile, the ~Dato Papa's~charade.~Well~, thought Papa, everythings seemed swell~. But why the broody bit earlier on ? Hmmm.... perhaps the non-presence of Wati (k), tonite of all nites, he thought again~ .. still pondering, Papa drove out of the club's main entrance, elated after having invited to sing the deeply sentimental number, ~Selamat Tinggal~ popularised by the late Broery Marantika....